More Silly Verse




We have recently had quite a lot of rain.  I suppose this was welcomed by the farmers as we have enjoyed a relatively dry summer and early autumn. And I have been quite happy about the rain, too …… It means I don’t have to water my plant-pots and borders.

You see…Every cloud has a silver lining !

But, as the autumn season progressed, the glorious golden days have given way to a much cooler, damper feel.  In fact, yesterday the rain was “Stotting off the flags” ….as they say in the north of England. In other words, flipping well pouring down and the road was briefly transformed into a river.  …….. Oh not of Amazon proportions, but …..okay…… a little stream at least …..

Anyway, the rush of water reminded me of this poem.  I wrote it some time ago as a Countdown Word Game entry and, as my zumba poem was so well received, I thought,

“Ah, go on then”

And decided to re-post it …………………



I was feeling some elation,
We were nearing our salvation,
Though the beach still seemed a hundred miles away.
We were bruised and we were battered,
To be frank, we both were knackered
And had doubted we would make it through the day.


We had clambered up on board,
With a veritable hoard
Of life-preservers, sheets and cleats and charts.
Because, crazy it may seem,
We had both harboured a dream
To leave these shores and sail to foreign parts.


But, instead of gently sailing,
I had spent the whole day baling,
‘Cos I’m sure the boat had, somehow, sprung a leak.
I could not see the pleasure
In drowning, at my leisure.
Though I’m sorry if that makes me sound a freak.


The wind had not abated.
We really should have waited,
Before attempting such a voyage as this.
We were not such able sailors,
Used to trawlers and huge whalers.
Though Ben still relives the time he caught a fish !


The water was so choppy,
That Ben’s hands became all floppy.
And he lost an oar and round and round we went.
I tried to reach the oar,
But it drifted to the shore
Even though I pushed and pulled till I was spent.


On a big yacht, sat two hotties,
Wearing sunhats shaped like potties
And a haughty, costive sneer upon their lips.
So, though our listing was alarming,
I cried in tones, quite charming,
“Should we abandon ship, before it tips ?”


The relief made my brow sweaty
When we made it, to the jetty
And, exhaustedly, I commented to Ben,
” This boating, I’m not hearting,
Next time, let’s try karting !”
And the man called ” Time’s up! Come in number ten!”



In case you are wondering about some of the words I used…………………..

This was originally written for a Countdown Word Game and had to include the following words;



About rosiewrites2

Growing old, disgracefully and enjoying every minute.
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